Shadow Side Profile Sonic Novels & Stories

While I was struggling to find the words to break the silence and restore the calm atmosphere, Damon's phone began to ring. He picked up the phone and answered once he saw who it was. He placed it back after putting it on the loudspeaker. “Hello boss, terrible news” Rocky went straight to the point. “Shadow is hot on your trail. You need to drive faster so you can lose him in the intersection. You're almost there.” Damon increased his speed zooming past every obstacle. I held on for dear life as he swerved the car left and right. We were almost at the intersection when the car started making weird sounds.

the commander shrieked, scrambling backward as his vanguard was butchered in seconds. Two massive, heavily armored trucks at the edge of the park activated roof-mounted sonic disruptors—the same high-frequency weapons that had incapacitated our pack back at the castle. A visible wave of distorted air shot toward Killian. He grunted, his advance slowing for a fraction of a second as the agonizing sound hit his sensitive Lycan ears. No you don't. > I stood within the safety of my dome and raised my left hand. I tapped into the Void. I didn't just mute the sound this time; I weaponized the shadows beneath the trucks.

He let out a deep sigh, and a memory of a pretty young girl flashed in his mind, bringing a smile to his lips. He looked like a beautiful painting, a character from a novel, with every aspect of him - the lines of his face and the way he smiled - rivaling the splendor of the sunset. If anyone saw him smiling with his eyes closed, they would surely think of the image of Apollo descending to earth. With his eyes now open, his phone, which he had been holding since his last call, vibrated. "This is Techno, Shadow Alpha, do you copy?" The young man's face showed a frown, but the crease in his expression couldn't hide his handsome features.

"To me, son." A single, delicate thread of liquid black solar shadow extended from Dominic's palm, stretching fifty feet across the hall like a soft, dark ribbon. Silas, floating near the high stained-glass window, looked back at his father. The baby prince squealed happily, kicking feet and grasping at the ribbon of shadow. With a soft whoosh, Silas glided back across the vast expanse of the hall, sliding along the shadow line like a little star falling through the night sky!

Sonic paused and asked in an indecisive tone “Boss, shall we take them out?” Naturally, the conversation attracted the attention of the other three in the room. Shadow walked over and stretched his hand for the phone. “Boss” “Shadow, you’re back?” Ben was relieved “I need to head out from the rear entrance.” “Give me 5 mins, we’ll create a diversion and give you an all clear when you’re good to head out.” Sonic stared at Shadow with a wrinkled forehead and lips ‘Why didn’t I think of that? Ha! General is still general!’

Send. Matches came quickly. Most were lame, dick pics right away or boring “hey.” But then Shadow popped up. His profile pic was all shadow and muscle outline, no face either. The message hit my screen almost immediately. Shadow: Damn. Those tits look like they need real hands on them after whatever shit you just left. Rough day? I bit my lip hard, feeling that familiar heat rush down my belly. My free hand slid down and pressed against my shorts right over my clit without thinking. Yeah, something like that.

I look through his eyes and see he is right ‘Let’s check, but be prepared. I don’t want to be surprised by an attack.’ I feel that he agrees. Coming closer we begin to see the soft sun-tanned skin of a body laying showing the back and a perfect ass, and long blonde hair. There is no movement, but I hear the soft sound of a slow heartbeat. Shadow softly pushes her a little but he gets no reaction at all. ‘Shift Shadow.’ I tell him and we do.

A voice I knew all too well suddenly chimed in on the conversation with my father. I glanced up, a mischievous grin playing on my lips. "Oh, has our esteemed Bright Moon pack's Alpha, Mr. Ellis, not mastered the art of management yet?" Theodore Ellis, the Alpha of the Bright Moon pack, had been my closest friend before Malcolm came into the picture. His dad was not exactly a whiz at running things, and they would often come to my dad for advice.

Whoever they were, they weren’t just after me. They wanted Sonia. As I stood frozen in the silence, blood dripping from my palm, one truth burned clearer than ever The Shadow Player wasn’t trying to destroy me. He was trying to destroy her. “Tell me you don’t still want me,” Ethan whispered, his breath warm against my skin, his voice low and dangerous in the darkness.

And then, silence. A scream shattered the dusk. Not Ridge. Not Luna. Something inhuman. They came from the trees—figures cloaked in rot and shadows, twisted armor etched with claws and blood-writ glyphs. Hollow pack. Their stench struck first—metal turned sour, flesh long spoiled. Trisha moved before command was called. Her axe unslung in one motion, she veered left into the shadows where screams grew sharper. Serin roared, “West line! Fall to the crest!” even as Ridge archers loosed arrows overhead.